"I'M SORRY, Roshiela..." I can't even look at her eyes. My throat tightened, I felt empty inside, and tears are starting forming in my eyes. I tried my best not to cry and get emotional.
"I'm the one who should say that, Kiarra. I can...I can help you," she said in a hoarse and weeping voice. I shook my head as an answer. Her sobs are the only ones I can hear inside the room. I'm going to quit my job. I need to attend my sister's funeral. I need to say I love you to her at least.
"I..." I cut off her words. "Roshiela!" I shouted her name. Now, I'm crying too. "Please...let me go," I beg. Looking directly into her eyes and silently beg her. I guess letting go of someone who you used to be with is so hard.
"How about my brother...? You can't leave us, Kiarra." She tried to hold me but I move away so that she can't touch me. I need to be strong. Why is it hard to leave? "I can, Roshiela. I'm going to talk about your mom. I'm sorry...I'm going to miss you."